The Wounded Space
With that, adieu. If these are, by chance, the last words I ever write let you know that I’ve fulfilled my promise.
Tom
The Master of the Fruit
Let me, and not the winds I feel swirling around me, nor the rains I pray fall upon my furrowed rows, nor the Sun I pray shine upon my hopeful destiny, be the Master of the Fruit I sow.
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I Let Her Go
When yesterday’s drums beat loudly in your mind, your heart can hardly listen.
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The Loudest Whisper
I was numb but felt it all, I was distraught, but had never felt so sure.
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Says the Old Man Gasping on the Floor…
Says the old man gasping on the floor, his last breath announcing its arrival. I remember before I loved you. I remember the empty moments, the hours spent imagining who you were. I remember the […]
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If I Haven’t Told You…
You will know it in the waves of indescribable energy that pours over you in waves, in the ripples of pure ecstasy as your body trembles in response.
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The Dream Again
Yes, I love this woman. She leaves her cape at our door. She drops her cross in the foyer. Then, each layer of her falls to the floor as she makes her way to our room. Naked, unafraid, and wanting…
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I remember everything…
I remember you. I remember me when I was next to you, and I remember you when empty space is all I find.
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I Want to Know
I want to know what the songs sound like in your heart. I want to feel the rhythm of your existence…
